of pain.

"The murderers!" shrieked Klea, and trembling for herself and for
him she clung closely to her lover's breast. In one brief moment the
self-reliant heroine--proud in her death-defying valor--had become a
weak, submissive, dependent woman.

CHAPTER XXII.

On the roof of the tower of the pylon by the gate of the Serapeum stood
an astrologer who had mounted to this, the highest part of the temple,
to observe the stars; but it seemed that he was not destined on this
occasion to fulfil his task, for swiftly driving black clouds swept
again and again across that portion of the heavens to which his
observations were principally directed. At last he impatiently laid
aside his instruments, his waxed tablet and style, and desired the
gate-keeper--the father of poor little Philo--whose duty it was to
attend at night on the astrologers on the tower, to carry down all his
paraphernalia, as the heavens were not this evening favorable to his
labors.

"Favorable!" exclaimed the gate-keeper, catching up the astrologer's
words, and shrugging his shoulders so high that his head disappeared
between them.

"It is a night of horror, and some great disaster threatens us for
certain. Fifteen years have I been in my place, and I never saw such a
night but once before, and the very next day the soldiers of Antiochus,
the Syrian king, came and plundered our treasury. Aye--and to-night is
worse even than that was; when the dog-star first rose a horrible shape
with a lion's mane flew across the desert, but it was not till midnight
that the fearful uproar began, and even you shuddered when it broke out
in the Apis-cave. Frightful things must be coming on us when the sacred
bulls rise from the dead and butt and storm at the door with their
horns to break it open. Many a time have I seen the souls of the dead
fluttering and wheeling and screaming above the old mausoleums, and
rock-tombs of ancient times. Sometimes they would soar up in the air in
the form of hawks with men's heads, or like ibises with a slow lagging
flight, and sometimes sweep over the desert like gray shapeless shadows,
or glide across the sand like snakes; or they would creep out of the
tombs, howling like hungry dogs. I have often heard them barking like
jackals or laughing like hyenas when they scent carrion, but to-night
is the first time I ever heard them shrieking like furious men, and then
groaning and wailing as if they were plunged in the lake of fire a